We fall and pray
In the hope
That someday
The world will be
Cleaner and free
From the scars,
battle wounds and bruises
That stretch so far
Across its skin.
We will not be losers;
We won't bow down;
We will stand tall
And proud
Not afraid to
be torn apart,
to heal our
broken hearts;
we will rise
from the ashes
of our hopes
so dashed
and claim
back the world
we thought had
collapsed.
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